Из альбома: Crows Fly Black
Screaming in flames, down from the sky
That's how he comes in my dream
Trail of tortured souls, a black boiling wake
A ghost ridden string with a bone-aching hum
And the crows fly black
Now the crows fly black
And the crows fly black
Only crows fly black
Breathing the fumes of cities ablaze
A god descends crushing us all
Walks on the hills emptied of life
Veiled by ashes and snow the hills are blind
And the crows fly black
Now the crows fly black
And the crows fly black
Only crows fly black
Earth and sky as one in countless pieces
Time stands still, frozen in the flow
In the dust the faces of the fallen
They're erased in the fall of snow
Fly forevermore
Hell was here, now no more
End of war
Come to the feast of war
And the crows fly black
Now the crows fly black
And the crows fly black
Only crows fly black